The elevators reached the inner sanctum with a satisfied ping.
The doors slid open gently, revealing rows of silent black guns. Like a machine, the Security forces marched into the room and took up commanding positions, crouching behind steel pews, pointing their guns at their designated targets. Elijah’s guards had scattered too - they were outnumbered two to one but had had time to prepare their barricades. Elijah, however, had not moved an inch. He simply stood behind the altar, silver robes unmoving, an icon of steel - even his eyes were still. He watched and waited.
Then she made her entrance, her robes the colour of bronze and blood, sweeping behind her like the trail of a comet.
“Where is he?” Elisha demanded imperiously.
Josiah hardly dared to breathe. The smallest sound could give him away. Amber too was perfectly still, looking pale and anxious. A thin wooden wall was all that stood between them and a violent death.
“Where is who, Arch-Lector?” Elijah replied, a quiet smile on his lips.
Their lives were in Elijah’s hands. Elijah, who had been about to cut off Amber’s ear, who thought he was the messiah! But there had been no other option. At least Elijah wanted him to live. Even so he would probably never leave here alive, he knew that now. But Amber… If it came down to it, he would choose her. ‘And if you have no choice?’ he asked himself, unbidden.
Josiah put his eye back to the narrow slit in the wall and watched.
“I am in no mood for games, Lector. Where is Josiah?”
“I have not seen him.”
Elisha laughed coldly.
“You would not wish me to spill blood in the inner sanctum, would you?”
“Everything with you is about blood,” Elijah retorted harshly, “did you learn nothing from me? All those years I was your master, did you never listen?”
“I did listen, and I learnt that you are at best misguided, at worst a heretic - ‘For this shall be my blood of the new testament, shed for the remission of sins’.”
“You quote the book but have not yet discerned its meaning - ‘neither shalt thou stand by the blood of thy neighbour’.”
“You think you are wise, and yet it is not you that is Arch-Lector. ‘On this day, atonement shall be made for us, to cleanse us of our sins. And Aaron shall bring the bullock of the sin offering, which is for himself’.”
“‘Choose life, so that you and your people may live.’”
“‘An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’!”
“‘Thou shalt not kill’!”
“Not kill?” asked Elisha, and Josiah could picture her lips twitching, “I think it’s a little late for that.”